Moments

Leave my heart open (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 84 times)

I’m so sorry. I made a mistake in the last update. First I said
that Satanists targets Christians and then Adam was said to be Christian first
and then jew. Actually Adam is jew and I read somewhere and also saw in the
film “Adam Joan” that Satanists targets young jew girls below the age of 10 and
sacrifice them for the devils. So clearing the confusion, Adam Joan is JEW.

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“Written in these walls,

Are the stories that I can’t explain….

Leave my heart open,

But it stays right here empty for days….”

Story of my life, One Direction

He was lying on his hotel bed looking up at the beautiful
ceiling when the hotel telephone rang in the middle of the night.

“Hello” he said hoarsely.

“Sorry to bother you
at this hour Mr. Philips. But you have a visitor – one Mrs. Khushi Singh
Raizada. She demands to meet you!” the receptionist said in her
professional voice.

“Send her in” he said.

”Yes sir”

He kept the phone and sat up on the bed. Khushi? Why would
she visit him at this hour? Did….did Mrs. Malik tell her everything? Oh god,
does Arnav know? Does Anjali know?

His thoughts were interrupted by the ring on his hotel room.
He sprang out of the bedroom to the main door and slammed it open. Before him
was Khushi in the same sari he saw her wearing during the dinner. But her face
was not radiant as he saw during dinner, but was soaked with tears.

“Khushi…come in. What happened? What’s wrong?” he said and
moved from the door for her to enter.

Khushi walked in and sat in the living room. Adam gave her a
glass of water and she drank it. He sat on the opposite couch to her and asked,
“So….why are you here? Late at night?”

Khushi looked up at him and asked, “When you met Arnav ji at
award show, did you know that he was your son?”

Adam looked at her shocked. “Do you….did she tell you?”

“Answer my question Mr. Philips”

“No” he said looking down, “I didn’t even know what they had
named my son and where they had taken my children!”

Khushi looked down and said, “What should I do now?”

Adam sighed and looked away, “For all my life, I tried
finding them. I didn’t know what my son’s name was. Only Anjali Adam Joan. But I
never found her. I tried Anjali Malik. No. Little did I know that my children
are taken care by their aunt’s family.”

“Should I tell Arnav ji or should I let dadi and nani do the
job?” Khushi asked, “I wanted your consent. What should I do now?”

“They will be broken” Adam said.

“Of course they will be” Khushi said, “But that doesn’t mean
that this should be kept hidden!”

“Khushi, I lived 28 years of my life alone. I’m 54 now. How
long will I live? 20 years more? It’s fine. I’ll live the rest of my 20 lives
with the same routine!” Adam said smiling sadly.

“But….”

“It’s better if they don’t Khushi. Raizadas are their
family. They brought them up. They were there when no one stood up for them.
They don’t deserve Arnav and Anjali being away from them! After everything they
have for my children, I’m happy that they are staying with the family” Adam
said.

Khushi sighed and said, “Do you have a picture….of my….mother-in-law?”

Adam looked up and nodded. He walked to the bedroom and took
out a pic from his suitcase. He walked out the living room and extended the
photo frame to Khushi.

Khushi took the frame and saw a young Adam with a beautiful
young woman holding a three year old baby girl in his arms. Khushi smiled
through tears and ran her fingers through the woman. “She was so pretty”

“Yes she was” Adam said looking up.

“Now I know why Anjali di is pretty!” Khushi said smiling.

Adam smiled and Khushi returned the photoframe.

“I’m gonna tell them no matter what” Khushi said
determinedly.

“Khushi…” Adam began when Khushi showed her palm, “No. I’ve
decided”

She stood up and walked out of the hotel room.

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Short
update. I know. But I’m affected by cold and on top of that I’m travelling to
my home in train. So couldn’t type more with my running nose :(

Hard to face reality (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 77 times)

“Thank you Mohan ji. Sorry for bothering you at this hour”
Khushi said as she got out of the car.

“It’s okay bhabhi ji. But is everything alright?”

“Oh yes. I just wanted to return that bag to Mr. Philips”
Khushi said and hurriedly walked into the mansion not waiting for Mohan to
comment about her not having any bag when they were leaving.

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She entered the living room and stopped on tracks seeing
Arnav sitting on the couch. He stood up and asked angrily, “Where did you go?
At this hour!”

“I have to talk to you. Something urgent!” Khushi said hurriedly
and held his wrist. She dragged him upstairs to their room and locked the door.

“What is it?” he asked confused.

“Arnav ji, this is serious. I want you to be prepared for
this!” Khushi said seriously.

“Okay” Arnav said frowning.

“You...you’re not Nani ji’s grandson” she blurted out.

After hearing no reaction she looked up at his face and saw
an amused smile.

“Is this some kind of a prank?” he asked smiling, “Not
working Khushi”

“I’m not joking” she said angrily.

“Right. I’m not Nani ji’s grandson. I popped up from the
aquarium in the living room right?” he said laughing and walked to the bed.

“I went to Adam” she said and he turned frowning, “At this hour?
Why?”

“I heard him and dadi talking outside. Do you know how both
of them know each other?” Khushi asked.

Arnav shook his head no.

“Adam is dadi’s son-in-law” she said.

Arnav frowned, “Son-in-law? What are you talking about?
Maliks have only two sons. How can there be a son-in-law?”

Khushi sighed and said, “Arnav, Maliks had three children. Two
sons and a daughter. And Adam is Maliks’ son-in-law. And you and Anjali are not
Aravind Malik’s and Ratna Malik’s children but Adam’s and Amaira, the youngest Malik’s,
children!”

“OKAY STOP” Arnav said angrily, “IS THIS DADI’S PRANK. SHE
IS HELL BENT IN DESTROYING MY PEACE AND CAME UP WITH A STORY. AND ADAM IS WITH
HER? HOLY ****! I’M DONE WITH HER!” he screamed and was about to walk out of
the door when Khushi held his wrist, “I’m not joking Arnav. This is not a prank
either. This is the truth. Adam is your father! If you don’t believe me, dadi
or Adam, go to Nani ji. She’ll tell you the truth!”

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Exactly two hours later Arnav knocked on the door of his
sister who opened it with weary eyes.

“Why are you up at this hour?” she whined.

But Anjali’s whining ended when she had a good look at Arnav’s
red and puffy eyes and his cheeks strained with tears.

“Chotte” she cupped his face “What happened?”

“Did you know that we are no one to the Raizadas?” he asked
in tears.

Colours drained out of Anjali’s face. “What? What are you
talking about?”

“Did you knew that we are not Ratna Malik’s children?” he
cried.

“Chotte” Anjali shouted, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?”

“THIS IS THE TRUTH DI. WE ARE NO ONE HERE. WE ARE NOT
RAIZADAS!” Arnav screamed.

Anjali looked at him in shock. She saw Khushi, dadi and Nani
standing behind Arnav and ran to Nani. “Nani, what is he talking about? He has
gone mad. Saying that we are not your grandchildren! Tell him to stop this Nani”
she shook the old woman in tears.

Nani looked at her in tears and then looked down. Anjali
looked at Khushi and dadi who nodded a yes. “This is the truth Anjali bitiya.
Sorry for hiding this for long” dadi said slowly.

“You are all lying. LIARS! JUST LIARS YOU ARE!” she
screamed.

Khushi held her and said, “I know this is hard but...”

“STOP IT. STOP LYING TO ME. MY MOTHER IS RATNA MALIK. I’M
THE ONLY GIRL CHILD IN THE RAIZADA CLAN AND THAT’S IT.”

“Anjali” Arnav screamed and held her shoulders. Anjali
looked at him shock and he said, “This is the truth. Maliks had a daughter.
Amaira. She married Adam Joan Philips and we are their children!”

“Adam?” Anjali asked, “Amaira? What the hell?”

Arnav told her the whole past that Nani told him.

“I don’t believe this” Anjali said shaking her head.

Arnav threw his arms up in the air and said, “Dadi, show her
the pic you showed me!”

Dadi forwarded her a photo frame and Anjali snatched it.

“It’s you” Nani said and Anjali looked at the little girl in
the frame. She looked up at everyone and asked, “Where is he staying?”

“Anjali bitiya it’s not....” dadi began when Anjali shouted,
“WHERE IS HE STAYING?”

“Hotel Blue Palace” Khushi blurted out, “Room no 304”

She turned to leave when Arnav stopped her, “Di. Why now?”

Anjali turned to him and said sternly, “I don’t believe the
stories Mrs. Malik is making. Adam was here the whole evening and didn’t say a
word. If this is true, I want to hear it from him!” and she turned to leave.

“I’ll drop you” Arnav said.

“NO” she said sternly, “I want to do this alone Arnav” she
said sternly and walked away.

Daddy don't let me go (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 89 times)

“Daddy dance with me...

I want you to see the woman I’ve become

Daddy don’t let me go...

I want you to know I’ll always need your love.

Daddy dance with me, Krystal Keith

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“Here you go” Adam said and handed her a cup of coffee.
Anjali nodded and took the cup. She looked at the man as she sipped the coffee.
He sat down on the couch before her and looked at her expecting her to start
the conversation.

Anjali kept the coffee mug on the desk and said, “So....I’m
here at this hour at night because....”

“It’s morning” Adam said chuckling.

She looked at the watch. 4.30 am.

“This hour at morning” she corrected and continued “because
Mrs. Subadra Malik told me a wild story of you being my father”

Adam shifted in his seat and said chuckling, “I don’t
understand how that is a wild story”

“Tell me the real
story with enough proofs if you want me to believe that you’re my father!” she
demanded.

The smiling demeanour changed and Anjali suddenly regretted
her words as she saw his face growing dark and red in anger. Clutching his fist
he said with gritted teeth, “I don’t have to present any proofs to prove to the
world that Anjali Adam Joan is my daughter! Do you get that? NEVER EVER SPEAK
TO ME LIKE THAT!”

Anjali sank back to the couch seeing his outburst and said,
“What do you expect me to say Mr. Adam Joan? I was sleeping peacefully and then
my brother tells me that I’m your daughter. You expect me to believe whatever
Mrs. Malik tells me?”

“Listen...this is not some story that you can use to make Aarav sleep. This is the truth, the
reality! It’s not like I knew that Arnav Singh Raizada is my son! Hell I never
knew what they named my son. I only knew the five year old Anjali whom I
rescued from the clutches of devils. 28 years! 8 years inside jail! And then
afterwards 10 years in Scotland. I wanted to rush to India and get you both but
I couldn’t. Stupid laws and stupid restrictions kept me chained to that foreign
country. And when I came back, I couldn’t find you. I survived 28 years in a
hope that I will, one day, find you both! You had a family to look after you.
Me? Whom did I have? Just four walls of my house that reminded me of nothing
but my dead wife, missing daughter and my newborn son, about whom I know
nothing! And finally I found you, in the most unexpected way, at a dinner when
I saw Subadra Malik and heard Arnav introducing his sister Anjali, in this
hotel room, I was thinking of different scenarios when you both will come to
know about this; how to speak to you both and then you walk in demanding the
REAL STORY? THIS IS NOT A JOKE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?” he screamed at the top
of his lungs.

Anjali sat numb. She looked at his face gulping. Adam sighed
and stood up. Rubbing his face with his palms he said, “I’m sorry....I
have....bad temper!”

Anjali looked down and whispered, “Now I know from whom
Arnav inherited that infamous temper of his!”

Adam took a deep breath and poured a glass of water from the
jug. Anjali leaned and took the coffee mug. Taking a sip she said, “When I went
to bed tonight, I never knew that I will come across such news and then meet my
real father. Having him shout at me was the least of least expected!”

Adam chuckled and looked at her. She smiled and he sat on
the couch. He looked at her for a while and said softly, “You’ve grown up so
much....for me you’ll always be my little princess”

She looked down at the photo frame she was holding. “I do
look like her, don’t I?” she asked and looked at him. Her eyes were beginning
to water and so were his.

“Absolutely!” he whispered, “But not as beautiful as her, I should
add”

“Of course you would say that” she retorted and Adam
chuckled. “Let me see that. Mrs. Malik gave you this?” he asked and extended
his hand towards the frame.

She nodded and asked, “When was this taken?”

“At one of our stay at Maliks. You were two then. We were
trying to get you say Anjali which came out very wrong” he said smiling at the
memory and Anjali giggled.

“Why don’t I remember anything? I was five right?” she
frowned.

“I don’t think anyone remember each and every events that
happened when they were five. You may remember me and your mother but as you
grew up you were told that your parents are Aravind and Ratna. Your little mind
forgot us!” he said.

She nodded and looked down. “Don’t you want to know anything
about me?” she asked and looked up.

“You are 33. Independent. Divorced” he said.

“My divorce and my life before becoming Raizada is such a
long story” she said and leaned back on the couch, “Do you know how Aravind Malik
and Ratna Malik died?”

He nodded yes and said, “I did enquire you both you know.
Aravind had an affair. Ratna committed suicide. Aravind followed. Your marriage
broke and you both were out of Malik house. But no one knew about Ratna’s
family. By then Avinash and his clan had died in an accident. And the ashram
people told me that Mrs. Malik died which was a lie, I understood it today.”

“When they kicked us out” Anjali began, “Nani ji took us to
Delhi. We changed ourselves to Raizadas. The bitter words of chacha ji angered
Arnav and triggered him to pursue MBA at Harvard and start a business. All my
brother wanted to do was defeat chacha ji and get the sheesh Mahal under my
name, which he did. I met Shyam when I was 20 years old, at a temple. He was
the sweetest guy I had ever seen. I fell hopelessly for him. My love for him
was so dangerous that Arnav warned me many times not to get obsessed with him.”
she chuckled and said, “We all do crazy things in love, don’t we?”

Adam chuckled and nodded.

“I married him. Everything was so perfect. He loved me. The
whole family loved him. He is an orphan so stayed with us. He was the only one
who can control Chotte”

“Chotte?” Adam frowned.

“Arnav. We call him Chotte”

“Ohh...ok” Adam mumbled.

Anjali felt a pang at her heart seeing his dejected face.
She shrugged it off and continued, “Everything was good until she entered –
Khushi!”

Adam frowned.

“Khushi is the perfect woman, EVER!” Anjali said smiling, “She
came into Chotte’s life like an angel. He fell in love with her but his
egoistic mind did not let him express that. We all knew about his love for her
but what none of us saw was my **** husband’s lusty eyes on her!”

Adam sighed and shook his head.

“A series of events passed. Shyam made Arnav believe that
Khushi loves him back and I’m the throne in their path. He tried to kill me
thrice but I escaped! We never knew that it was him, but Arnav....he knew it
all along. He forced Khushi to marry him, to save me. He never told me anything
because I was pregnant and was adviced not to take stress. But months after he
realized that Shyam fooled him and Khushi is innocent. Together the couple
brought Shyam’s truth out but I didn’t believe them. I was in my own bubble
that I refused to come out of it. They tried again and again and finally on
mine and Shyam’s wedding anniversary they proved it to me that it was my
beloved husband who killed my unborn child!”

Adam gasped and Anjali said, “That moment when you feel that
everything you believed in was false!” tears rolled down her cheek, “I loved
him so much. So much that I still can’t recall his face without a smile
appearing on my lips. After everything he did to me, I still smile at those
memories – memories in which he was acting as a perfect husband.”

Adam stood up and walked to her couch. He sat near her and
wrapped his arm around his daughter. “It’s okay” he said softly, “We all do
crazy things out of love”

“But I should not love him” she cried, “He killed my unborn
child, tried to kill my brother, tried to kill me, lusted over my
sister-in-law. HOW CAN I LOVE A MONSTER?” she screamed and covered her face
with palms.

Adam drew her close to him and Anjali rested her face in his
chest. “It’s okay” he kissed her hair, “It’s not your fault. We do sometimes love
people whom we shouldn’t. We sometimes do things that are not pleasing.”

“I’m scared” she whispered, “I don’t think that I’ll refuse
him if he comes back to me stating that he’s clean! I’m weak!”

“You’re not” he said firmly, “You overcame your divorce and
stood up on your feet. You now work with your brother at his office. You are
very strong Anjali!”

Anjali sniffed and Adam hugged her close. “Don’t cry...I don’t
picture my reunion with my daughter after 28 years to be an emotional drama” he
said smiling. She chuckled and withdrew. He wiped her tears and said sternly, “No
more crying”

She nodded her head like a five year old and said, “Ok papa”

Adam froze and asked, “What did you call me?”

Anjali smiled and hugged him, “Papa...isn’t that what you’re
supposed to call your father” she whispered.

Doors of perception (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 95 times)

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would
be seen as it is, infinite.”

William Blake

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Anjali had stayed in for the night and had informed Arnav
about the same. The father and daughter were having their coffee in the
morning, the next day, when they heard a sharp knock at the hotel room.

Adam walked to the door and opened it to find Steve. “I’ve
been calling and calling” Steve said breathlessly and barged into the room.

“What happened?” Adam frowned.

“This” Steve pointed to Anjali, “This is what happened?”

Anjali stood up with a confused face and Steve turned to
Adam, “What is this woman doing here?”

“She is my daughter” Adam said.

“Ok good but...wait. WHAT? YOUR DAUGHTER?” Steve screamed.

Adam smiled and said, “Yes Steve. This is Anjali!”

“But...” Steve turned to Anjali, “You’re Raizada’s sister!”

“Long story” Anjali said smiling.

“So you’re his daughter? And ASR is his son?” Steve asked.

Anjali nodded.

Steve rubbed his forehead and said, “That’s not what the
world think dear!”

Adam and Anjali frowned and Steve threw the newspaper he had
brought with him on the table.

On it, on the front page, was Anjali and Adam standing
outside Adam’s hotel room. It looks like someone snapped them when Anjali was
at Adam’s door yesterday night. Adam was asking what happened and why she was
in tears and had his hand on her shoulder. Nothing seemed wrong with the pic
but everything was wrong with the headline.

Adam Joan’s new fling!

“Fling? NEW fling? They write it as if I had a series of
flings!” Adam cried.

Anjali took the paper and ran her eyes across the words. It
was about how she was snapped going into Adam’s room at 3 in the morning. There
was also written about Khushi’s visit to Adam stating Looks like ASR’s wife and sister found their love interest in the
legendary-21times-winner of businessman award.

Tears rolled down her cheek and she looked up at Adam. “Hey
it’s okay dear” Adam said softly and wrapped his arm around her shoulder,
“We’ll clear this. Don’t worry. Right Steve?”

“Absolutely!” Steve nodded, “You’re his daughter and Khushi
is his daughter-in-law. So nothing to worry about. Once this is clear,
everything will be fine!”

The back door was an good idea to move out. Steve drove the
car towards Raizada house with Anjali in the back seat. “Arnav called me” Steve
said, “RM is full of press. He told me that Anjali knows an alternate way to
enter the compound.”

“Yes. Around 100 m before the main gate of RM there is a
small muddy road. It leads to the servant quarters. We can park the car there
and enter the house through back door.”

Steve nodded and Anjali asked him, “What is papa planning?”

“I don’t know dear. But he has something up his sleeve that
he wanted to stay back at the hotel!” Steve said.

Anjali nodded and looked out.

“Don’t worry you” Steve said, “Adam will clear it up”

“I know but it’s still cringe worthy you know. He is my
father and the headline is so so wrong” Anjali said chuckling.

Steve laughed and said, “I can imagine that reporter’s face
when he/she hears Adam’s revelation that you’re his daughter!”

Exactly six hours later Delhi Times newspaper was officially
sued by Philips Corp for publishing immoral news about the CEO Adam Joan
Philips and his daughter Anjali Adam Joan. Adam’s livestream was aired on his
personal twitter, facebook and instagram and also in Philips Corp. website
about how the world was creating news about him and his daughter.

Right now, he sat before a channel interview, which was
decided before his visit to India. Apparently it was to announce that Philips
Corp. was expanding their business to India but right now, the topic definitely
not about Adam Joan’s professional interests.

Raizadas sat in their living room with Anjali stuffing her
mouth with popcorns. Arnav narrowed his brows at her and Anjali said, “What?
I’m gonna watch him roast her. So let’s just be prepared!”

Arnav rolled his eyes and others chuckled.

“So Mr. Philips your livestream has gone all over the world
and it says that Anjali Singh Raizada, business tycoon Arnav Singh Raizada’s
sister, is your daughter. Does that make ASR your son?” the interviewer asked.

“No Sherlock, he was dropped down from heaven....sorry hell”
Anjali commented and ate popcorn while Arnav glared at her.

“Yes he is. Well if Anjali is my daughter then obviously her
brother would be my son right?” Adam said laughing.

The interviewer laughed and said, “Well may I just ask you
why this was not revealed earlier?”

Adam shifted in his seat and said, “I was separated from my
family for a very long time. Just had a teary reunion with my daughter last
night and then the morning newspaper popped up saying that she is my new
fling....really? I’m not Donald Trump to kiss my own daughter!”

“SAVAGE!” Anjali cried and threw a bunch of popcorn on Arnav’s
head.

“What has gotten into you?” Arnav cried and Khushi patted
away the popcorns from his hair. Aarav giggled at hi-fived Anjali.

The interviewer chuckled and said, “And ASR? What about him?”

“Well we met at the award show and then he asked me to come
home which I did. And... “ he was cut in by the interviewer, “So you never came
home for all these years? Like....Arnav is a Raizada and so is Anjali and....”

Arnav burst out laughing and Anjali shook his head, “This
guy!” she muttered, “That interviewer is gonna lose her job!”

Adam looked up and said, “Listen it’s just that those are
some bitter memories. So let’s just sum it up. I had been away from my kids for
very long time. I met Arnav at award show. I came back home but stayed at
hotel. Anjali and Khushi, my daughter-in-law, visited me. Photos were taken and
people interpreted it in a very wrong way. So I’m here, to clear it up that
Anjali is my daughter and not my NEW fling. God...as if I had a series of
flings....you guys do have a wild imagination....NEW FLING” Adam finished
laughing.

“Oh but the pic really looked scandalous!”

“That’s it!” Arnav cried, “She lost her job!”

“It didn’t. It’s just that you wanted to be scandalous” Adam
said smirking, “When 20 people witness the same incident, we have 20 different perceptions.
And among them only one, or sometimes none, will be true. That’s the problem
with humans. They see what they want to see. It’s just a game of mind!”

“Woah!” Anjali exclaimed.

“He’s so cool” Aarav gaped, “Let me note this. Might come
useful for essays!” he said and hurried for his notebook.

Where are you now (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 92 times)

“Why are you standing here?” Arnav asked Adam who was
standing alone in the balcony of Raizada Mansion.

Just an hour after the interview Adam joined Raizadas at RM
and everyone had dinner together. Nani asked him to shift his belongings from
hotel to RM to which he agreed. Dinner was over and everyone were chatting in
the living room when Arnav saw Adam slipping upstairs.

Adam turned and said, “I cannot stand that lady!”

“Dadi?” Arnav asked.

“She is your Nani, by the way!” Adam said nodding.

Arnav nodded and walked to stand near him. Both of them
looked around the vast premises of Raizada mansion and Adam asked, “Were
Raizadas so rich from the beginning?”

“No” Arnav said, “We’re actually middle class. Had a small
house at Vasant Vihar colony.”

Adam looked at surprised, “I never asked you to change your
name, did I? Why would you do that?”

“Woh....no...I mean di is changing her name to Anjali Adam
Joan. So...I cannot...like you said, remember, my company is my identity. AR is
my identity. ASR is my business name. I’m known by the name Raizada! So I
cannot change it. Not that I don’t accept you. I do but....”

“It’s weird you know...” Arnav said chuckling, “Like, I was
jealous of you since I started realizing that every year the award is taken by
you! And suddenly I found out that you’re my dad!”

“Award!” Adam laughed shaking his head, “You have to go a
long way to reach that award Arnav. The position you’re in is not great! You
may be the best in Indian fashion but trust me when I say this, me and my
rivals were at your present stage by the first year of our business! Of course
our fields are different but the business tactics and management is same
everywhere! You have to improve!”

“I will” Arnav said determined, “I’m not gonna let you take
that award anymore! It’s high time that you stop getting on that stage!”

Adam burst out laughing and ruffled Arnav’s hair. “This boy”
he said in fits of laughter.

“I’m not a boy” Arnav retorted and fixed his hair.

“You are!” Adam said firmly, “You’re my boy!”

Arnav looked at him and smiled warmly at that. Now he know
why Aarav smiles when he calls him my boy!

“Listen” Adam said, “How long has Anjali been divorced from
Shyam?”

“You know about Shyam?”Arnav asked surprised.

“She told me yesterday” he said.

“It’s been six months! She moved on very fast you know. I
never expected that!” Arnav said smiling.

“She didn’t”

“I’m sorry?”

“She didn’t move on” Adam said and turned to Arnav, “She
still loves him, after everything he has done. She still may go back to him if
he comes back!”

“Bull****!” Arnav cried, “Why would love the person who hurt
her beyond extend?”

“The same reason why Khushi is still with you!” Adam said
softly.

Arnav froze and looked at him.

“I know about the contract marriage!”

“Listen” Arnav said angrily. His breath started to become
irregular, “It’s all past. We’re over it – Khushi and I! We love each other and
now have started a family with Aarav.”

“I’m not blaming you Arnav” Adam held his shoulder, “I’m
just telling you about Anjali. She is faking her happiness. She may be ok. She
may not be heartbroken but she still loves him. She is faking to all of you
that she hates him! She is so lonely Arnav! She is holding up but she’ll break
at some point!”

Arnav took a deep breath and said, “What should I do?”

“Nothing but keep an eye on her!”

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Adam was resting on his guest room late at that night when
he heard the door knock. He got up from the bed and walked to the door, opening
it to find Mrs. Malik before him.

“Yes?”

Subadra walked in without an invitation and sat on the couch
in the room. Adam rolled his eyes and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge,
without bothering to close the door.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” dadi asked angrily.

“What?”

“You said the whole world that Anjali is your daughter!”

“So?”

“So? Adam, the whole world includes the people who once
tried to kill her!” dadi chided.

“It’s been years. Plus, I have killed all those priests, for
which you sent me in jail which I should add. No one can harm her now!” Adam
said.

“You really think so?” dadi raised her eyebrows.

Adam frowned.

“Do you know why I told the ashram people to tell you that I
died when you came to enquire about Arnav and Anjali?” dadi asked.

Adam nodded no.

“Because some people were following you Adam!” dadi said.

Adam frowned and dadi said, “I saw them, in a car behind you
but you didn’t notice. They were watching every move of you. So I didn’t take
the risk of telling you where Anjali and Arnav are! You went back disappointed
and so did they! On that day I realized that some people are still behind you
in the hope that they’ll get Anjali. So I never contacted you and told you
where she is! But NOW you’ve announced to the whole world that she is your
daughter!”

Adam sat shocked and said, “People following me? I’ve been
living alone for the past years and no one ever attacked me!”

“The ritual was meant to sacrifice young Jewish girls below
10 years! Why would they still want to take Anjali?” Adam asked frustrated.

“I don’t know! You tell me! You’re the Jew one!” dadi cried.

Adam rubbed his face with his palm and dadi said, “This is
why I never wanted you to be back. You’re a walking disaster! You’re surrounded
by danger and I never wanted Anjali and Arnav to be with you! Not because I
hate you. I really like you. You are nothing less than a son to me!”

Adam looked up at her, “I thought you hated me, right from
the moment that your daughter married me!”

“I did but old age made me wise Adam” dadi said, “I always
thought that you took Amaira away from us. Later I realized that it was
actually me and my husband who pushed her away from us! We tried to lock her in
a cage, you taught her to fly. We made her walk through the lines we drew, you
taught her to draw lines. We liked her, you loved her. You’re the best husband
a woman can dream of, Adam, and you should be proud that your son is like you!”

“I thought you hated Khushi!”

“I’m always bad at judgements. I hate Khushi, I do, even now
because for me she’ll always be the daughter of that woman who had affair with
my then-married-son. But I was wrong when I said that she is not perfect for
Arnav. It’s....it’s exactly like you and Amaira. They both are perfect for each
other! Just like you and Amaira were perfect for each other.” dadi said.

“Can you say that last sentence again?”Adam asked with
glistening eyes, “I really want to record it!” he took out his phone.

“Shut up you idiot!” dadi chided.

Adam was about to say something when they heard a scream.

“Khushi!” Adam and dadi whispered as they recognized the
owner of the scream and ran to Arnav and Khushi’s room.

Adam opened the door to find Khushi who was sitting on the
floor clutching her head. Blood was flowing out of her palm as she tried to
control it by pressing on her head.

By then the whole house woke up and came to the room.
“Khushi” Payal cried and ran to her. Khushi gasped breathes and soon fell
unconscious. Akash screamed for securities and ran out to check. “Call an
ambulance HP!” Adam screamed and was about to search for a cloth to stop
Khushi’s bleeding when he noticed something else.

Everyone of Raizada house was in the room. Except Anjali!

Adam gasped and ran to Anjali’s room.

Akash ran from the opposite side and said breathless,
“Securities saw no one and...what happened? Are you listening!”

Back for you (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 78 times)

“I’ll be coming back for you....”

Back for you, One Direction

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His blurry eyes registered dim orange lights as he opened
them with great difficulty. His head was hammering him with pain and his legs and
arms were sore. Scrunching his eyes for several times, Arnav finally opened
them fully and looked around to find a small room dimly lit with orange bulbs.
His eyes caught a metal door at one end and some cardboard boxes on the other
side of the room. He looked up to see nothing but an orange bulb hung from the
ceiling.

Flashes took him to when he was sitting with Khushi having a
conversation about Adam. Someone had hit his head with something hard and the
last he heard was Khushi’s hysterical scream.

Arnav groaned in pain and lifted his hands to hold his head
but no! He looked down to find himself tied on to a chair. He looked around in
panic. Where am I? Who are these people? What do they want from me? Oh god,
Khushi! The last he heard was Khushi’s scream. Is she okay?

His thoughts ended when the metal door creaked open and many
men came in. Every one of them was foreign, Arnav noted.

“Ah you’re up!” one said as he walked forward to him. Arnav
could find guns on everyone’s waist and he looked at the man getting a clear
picture of him. He looks older than him but not very old...must be in his
thirties! He had long face with thick brown stubble. The one thing Arnav noted
about the guy was his dead eyes. He felt himself cringing looking at the guy’s
eyes. The man stood before him and bore his scary dead eyes into Arnav’s skull.

“Listen Arnav....I don’t have anything against you but I’ve
got no choice. I have to kill you man!” he said in his steel voice.

Arnav didn’t react and Nathan said, “Still got no ring? Ah
you won’t. You weren’t even born when it all happened right? Well, it was my
father, Stephen Paul Ryder who took away your sister and who was killed by your
father!”

Arnav gaped and then gulped. “So....” Nathan stretched, “This
is the least I can do for my father! Killing you and your sister in front of
your father!”

Arnav froze but then cried, “MY sister? Where is she?”

Nathan chuckled and said, “In another room dear. Don’t worry
you both will meet when we slaughter you both in front of Adam Joan!”

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Khushi walked to Aarav’s room. She had woken up an hour ago,
that makes five hours since Arnav and Anjali were taken. Doctor had bandaged
her forehead where she was hit by something hard like a vase. She and Arnav
were talking when she saw many men in black clothes and mask coming in through
poolside and knocking down Arnav who was sitting with his back facing the
poolside. All she remember was one man swinging something like a vase to her
head and Adam holding her when she said that some people took her Arnav ji.

Opening the door of Aarav’s room she walked in. She saw her
son curled up in a bundle on the bed clutching a pillow and sobbing into it.

Khushi said nothing but caressed his hair. He must have
woken up by the commotion outside and have realized that someone took his
father and bua.

“Some bad people took them dear” Khushi said softly with
tears rolling down her cheeks, “But don’t worry. We all will find them!”

Aarav sobbed burying his face in his mother’s neck. Khushi
kissed his hair and said, “They will be fine baccha...don’t cry....”

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Arnav and Anjali are safe. But I can’t guarantee it if you
try to inform police about this message. Find them Adam Joan. I’m waiting for
you.

Adam stared at the message for the nth time since he received
it just few minutes after his children’s kidnap. Akash who was with him when
the message came instantly took out his phone to call police but Adam stopped
him. Explaining the whole past to him, Adam told, “They are dangerous. I don’t
know who they are but I’m sure they are related to the Satanists that I killed.
Even Scotland Yard couldn’t find them Akash. Informing police is waste of time!”

“So what do you suggest?” Akash asked as he sat near Adam on
the bed.

“They want me to find them! Just like I did years back when
they took Anjali. They want me Akash. Arnav and Anjali will be safe!” Adam said
calmly.

“No Akash! Now you need to concentrate on your pregnant wife
and other family members. On top of that you gotta manage AR and make sure that
no one points out that Arnav and Anjali are missing!” Adam said sternly and Akash
nodded.

“What are you gonna do? From where do you begin?” Akash asked.

“From that place where it all began – Scotland!” Adam said
firmly.

“But they were taken from India!”

“Yes they were but the answers to the kidnapper’s identity
lies in Scotland where I buried all twelve Satanist priests who dared to point knife
at my daughter!” Adam said. He took out his phone and dialled Steve, “Book me a
ticket to Scotland!”

I put you there (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 78 times)

“Whenever I close my eyes,

I put you there....”

Back for you, One Direction

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Anjali wriggled her hands in an attempt to untie herself but
in vain. She looked around the small dimly lit room in tears. The clock in the
wall says that she had woken up an hour before although Anjali is doubtful
whether the time on it is right because it shows 3. Is it 3 am or 3 pm?

The door opened and looked at it in fear. A tall young man
came in with a plate of food. Anjali scrunched her eyes due the light that
entered the room as he opened the door. Okay, so it’s day time! 3pm! Was she
unconscious for so long? He shut the door behind and walked towards her.

“Your food” he said in his strong voice and placed it before
her. She looked at the plate with a sandwich and some grapes and looked back at
him.”Eat” he said and untied her hands. He then walked to the other end of the
room and sat on the floor leaning to the wall.

Anjali looked at her untied hands in wonder. She looked at
the man who was lost in his thoughts and a hope of survival sparked in her. May
be she can slip away right now? With her hands untied....she can just....

“You know just wipe away the thoughts of escaping Anjali”
the man said smirking as if he read her thoughts. Anjali narrowed her eyebrows
and he said, “You cannot escape with me on guard here! Don’t be stupid and now
eat!”

She looked down at the sandwich and said, “How do I know
that there is no poison in it?”

The man sighed and stood up. He walked to her and took the
sandwich. Looking at her he took a bite and kept it back on the plate. He took
one grape and ate it. “See” he said with his hands open wide, “I’m alive. NOW
EAT!”

Anjali said nothing afterwards and dug into the
sandwich. She literally moaned at the
taste, feeling so hungry all at once. She finished the sandwich in a swift
moment and also the grapes. She wiped her mouth with the nightgown she was
wearing and looked at the man who was staring at her.

He stood up and walked towards her with the rope. Kneeling
before her he tied up her hands and then took the finished food plate. She
squirmed with her hands and he said coldly, “You must be grateful that your
legs aren’t tied up unlike your brother!”

“Brother?” Anjali cried in shock.

“Yeah, couldn’t take a risk of Arnav escaping” he shrugged
and walked towards the door ignoring Anjali’s cries “Why is he taken? Who are
you? Why did you kidnap us! ANSWER ME!”

“QUIET!” he shouted and turned to her. Anjali sank back to
the wall hearing his voice, “If I hear you scream like that again...” he
threatened with rage and she meekly nodded looking down. He walked out and
slammed the door shut. She heard the lock sound.

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“You sure about this?” Adam asked to Khushi as both of them
unblocked their belts.

Khushi nodded determined.

“I don’t know why I allowed you to come with me” Adam
mumbled and stood up as all passengers started moving out of the plane.

“Because I wanted to come” Khushi said rolling her eyes,
“They’ve caught my husband and sister-in-law. I want to help you papa. This is
the least I could do!”

Adam sighed and nodded. Both of them walked out of the
plane.

Collecting their luggage they walked out of the Scotland
airport. He started looking around and Khushi frowned, “Are we waiting for
someone?”

“Taxi” Adam said and raised his hand seeing a taxi at a
distance.

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“WOW” Khushi cried as they entered the house, “You live
here?”

Adam nodded.

“It’s so big!” Khushi gaped.

“I’m rich” Adam shrugged.

“Was....Anjali di born here?” Khushi asked.

Adam nodded.

“You were rich back then?”

“This is my parents’ house Khushi!” Adam said and walked
upstairs with Khushi following him. He walked into a room and said, “This is
your room!”

Khushi looked around the luxurious room and nodded, “Thank
you”

“Make yourselves comfortable” Adam said smiling and Khushi
smiled, “What’s the next move?” she asked.

He looked at the time. It was late at night. “Dinner and
then we’ll talk!”

“This is so good” Khushi moaned as she ate a spoonful of
pasta, “You cook well”

He smiled and said, “Thank you”

“So tell me about you”

Adam looked up surprised, “Uh why would you ask that? We’re
not here for that!”

“Well it was only when I stepped here that I realized that I
know nothing about my father-in-law! So tell me about your parents, your life
before meeting Amaira Malik!”

Adam cleared his throat and said, “I was born and brought up
in Mumbai. My parents were never home. They had settled here in Scotland. Dad
started the Philips Corp. My father was grandma’s only son. I was looked after
by my grandmother, in Mumbai. I think I know more about my grandma than about
my parents. But when I was 19 she passed away. It was a normal death. She was
very very old! But it affected me a lot! I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, I didn’t
sleep. Dad and mom came to Mumbai. I was then studying at Mumbai Law College.
They got me transferred to Edinburgh University here in Scotland and took me
away from Mumbai. But I didn’t go to Edinburgh and dropped out for an year. I
did many jobs – worked in a bar, in a petrol pump and in many places. Dadi’s death
had pulled me down to depression. Dad and mom were worried about me. They took
me to a therapist and all sorts of people. It was only then I saw how much
worried they were. So I agreed to join Edinburgh the next year. I was 20 by
then. I joined the same course but right from the beginning. On my first day I saw
Amaira and that was the beginning!”

“And she saved you from depression” Khushi stated.

“She saved me in all possible ways a human can!” he said
softly. Khushi smiled and looked at the wall where there was a huge family
picture of Adam, Amaira, baby Anjali and an old couple.

“Your parents?”

Adam nodded.

“Where are....I mean....they’re not here!” Khushi stammered.

“They died! “

Khushi nodded.

“Killed actually” Adam corrected.

Khushi looked at him.

Adam rubbed his forehead and said, “That day when Anjali was
kidnapped, when she was five, my parents had taken her out to a park. Those
people came in a van and tried to take her. My parents tried to stop and they
were shot at point blank distance!”

Khushi gasped. Adam sighed and said, “It was horrible. My
parents are dead, my daughter is missing, my wife is away in India at her
seventh month of pregnancy.....” he rubbed his jaw, “Then I found Anjali but in
a blink lost her, Amaira and also my new born son! From a contented family man
to an orphan – in a flash!” he said smiling sadly.

Khushi looked down and gulped her pasta, realizing that the sufferings
her husband and sister-in-law had in their life and the pain she suffered in
her life is nothing before the pain the person sitting before her is living in
for the past twenty eight years.

To get to you (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 73 times)

“I’ve been running through the jungle

I’ve been crying with the wolves

To get to you...”

Wolves, Selena Gomez

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Anjali was leaning back on the cold wall of the small room
when the door of the room slammed open. She saw the same guy who brought her
food along with some guys storming in. A man was leading them and he stood
before her looking at her in disgust.

“So this is the girl for whom Adam killed my father and
other priests!” the man said in disgust, “Must say you have grown into a very
beautiful woman!” he kneeled down to her and she sank back to the wall. “Aww
are you scared of me princess?” he whispered in his sly voice and ran his
fingers through her face. Anjali shifted her face away and squirmed through her
ropes.

The guy stood up and turned to others, “We must move her
from this place! You know Adam. He will hunt us down!”

Everyone nodded and the man said, “I want Daniel to lock her
up in his house!”

Anjali saw the man who brought her food looking up. He must be Daniel! He said, “Nathan...my
apartment?”

“Do it Danny!” Nathan, the head, said in anger.

Daniel/Danny looked down and sighed.

“What about her brother?” another man asked.

“Patrick will take him” Nathan said pointing to a brunette
man who nodded.

Everyone dispersed soon after leaving Nathan and Daniel in
the room.

“Why would you do that?” Daniel cried, “Nathan, I don’t want
to lock any women up in my apartment!”

“Look Danny” Nathan said sighing, “I can’t trust anyone with
this girl! I want you to take her man. I trust you brother!”

Daniel looked down and sighed. Nathan gave Anjali another
disgusted look and walked out.

“You’re his brother?” Anjali asked.

Daniel nodded and walked towards her. He untied her rope and
Anjali sprang up. She looked at the opened door but Daniel gripped her wrist
harshly, “The moment I untie you, your eyes fly up to the door. Now listen to
me, don’t make it hard for me or I’ll have to take actions against you and
trust me sweetheart, I won’t be this pleasing when I’m angry!”

Anjali nodded and bit her lip as his nails were digging into
her skin. He tied both of her hands to back and pushed her forward, “Now walk”

“Where are you taking me?” she cried.

“Don’t make me tie up your mouth sweetheart!” he said and
the girl was pushed out of the room.

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His eyes flickered as he felt someone lifting him up. He
felt so light weight as if he was floating in air. It is been two days,
according to his calculation that he has been taken, and that means two days
since he had his diabetes tablets. His sugar level has been disrupted and
he found his eyes drooping shut.

He heard someone say, “What’s
wrong with this guy? He is always tired!”

“His sister is fit man!”

“Ah she is! What a beauty man!”

“I wish it was me who took her!”

“But no! Nathan knows us very well and asked his brother to
handle her!”

“Daniel is one lucky man!”

If only he was healthy! Even Arnav’s full power mode brain
couldn’t lift his body up and beat the hell out of those men who were eying his
sister! But what did they mean by took
her? What happened to di? Who is this Daniel and where did he take her?

Arnav gasped in pain when he felt being thrown into a hard
surface. His eyes flickered shut and the last thing he registered was a door
shutting and the surface he was on moving.

She sighed and kept the phone on dashboard. “So Stephen Paul
Ryder? What about him?”

“He worked as a professor in Edinburgh University. He was my
teacher and that’s how he knows about my heritage and my daughter being
half-jew!”

Khushi nodded.

“So we’ll go to university and try for his family details.
There will be a file about him. He had married very late. If I remember
correctly he had two very young sons when Anjali was three!” Adam said driving
into the gates of Edinburgh.

Far Away (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 57 times)

“How do I live without the ones I love....

Time still turns the pages of the book it’s burned...”

So Far Away, Avenged Sevenfold

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“Now” Daniel said sternly, “I want you to behave Ms. Anjali
or I’m going to tie up your pretty big mouth” he tied her up against the bed
pole. Anjali nodded in fear and looked around the room. It was a luxurious
bedroom with posters of many cars and bikes all over the wall. It was a shame
that such a beautiful marbled floor and wonderful curtains are being
represented by the enormous heaps of clothes at the corner of the room and many
sprawled across the floor. She looked at the bed and scrunched her face seeing
guy’s boxers and socks sprawled across it. She looked back at him who was on
his phone.

“This is a mess” she called out.

He looked at her said on phone, “Nathan I’ll talk to you
later!” he cut the call and raised an eyebrow at her, “Any problem mam? Daniel
Stephen at your service!” he bowed and chuckled.

“Look around the room” Anjali said with a puking face.

“My room!” Daniel said and spreading his arms, “My
sanctuary!”

“Why am I being tied up in YOUR room?” Anjali cried.

He smirked and walked towards her. Anjali sucked a breath
and gulped. She moved back as she can to the edge of the bed since the tied up
hands didn’t allow her to run away from the bed. He sat near her on the edge of
bed and removed the strands of her hair that fell to her face from the braid
she had made. “You wanna know why?” he whispered as he lingered his eyes at
hers. Anjali shook her head in no. “No?” he whispered as he leaned closer.
Anjali started breathing heavily and tilted her head backwards far away from
his face.

He caressed her cheek and whispered, “I’ll tell you why” he
smiled sweetly but the next moment said loudly, “BECAUSE I CAN’T LET YOU ESCAPE
AND RUN TO YOUR **** FATHER! DO YOU GET ME!”

Anjali froze under his loud voice. He stood up and pointed a
finger at her, “The less you talk the more you stay unharmed Ms. Adam Joan!”

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Arnav opened his eyes slowly. He saw someone near him
forwarding a chocolate bar. He slowly sat up and realized that he was on a soft
comfy bed. He saw an old woman smiling kindly at him. “Have it. Your sugar
levels would rise!” she said forwarding it.

He chewed the chocolate and looked around the room. It was a
luxurious neat bedroom. With no windows, he should add. No chance of escape.
The AC was on its full power and he started shivering.

“Oh my, let me reduce that” the old lady said noticing him
shivering.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m Patrick’s mother, dear!” she said smiling, “Patrick said
about you. You both work together don’t you?”

Arnav frowned but nodded along.

“Ah, he said how you fell unconscious and brought you here.
You will be staying here until you’re fine!” she said patting his cheek, “I’ll
bring you some hot porridge” she said and turned to the door when she saw
Patrick entering.

The woman walked out of the room and Patrick looked at him
with cold eyes, “I told her a story and I want you to act along it. One wrong
move and then, your sister is dead!”

Arnav said nothing but glared at him. Patrick said in a low
deadly tone, “I’m a man of words and when I say that I’ll finish your sister if
you move against me, I WILL DO THAT!” and he stormed out of the room.

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“Well Adam, I don’t know much about Mr. Ryder. Heard that he
married an 18 year old at the age of 40 but nothing more than that!” the man at
office said.

Adam nodded as he ran his eyes through the file that says
professional details about Mr. Stephen Ryder Paul.

He smiled at the man and walked out of the office. He met
Khushi who was waiting outside. “Got any information?” she asked. He shrugged no
in disappointment.

“Well I did!” she said smiling proudly.

He raised an eyebrow and she looked around. She dropped her
voice in a low whisper and said, “Your university is a scandalous one papa.
Your beloved professor had a fling with the lab assistant here!”

Adam rolled his eyes and said, “Stephen had a fling with
everyone Khushi!”

“Oh” Khushi said, “Well this lady gave me details about him.
The woman he married, well apparently the fling started the next day after the
marriage, her name is Michelle Rodriguez. They had two sons and after Stephen’s
death the kids were taken to their mother’s house, which is just one hour from
here! I’ve the address. Let’s go!”

Adam gaped and said, “WOW. I mean....you seem experienced in
this!”

Khushi laughed and said, “Well let’s just that this isn’t
the first time you son has gone missing!”

You'll never be alone (By Archanasuresh) (Thanked: 69 times)

“But you’ll never be alone...

I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn...”

Dusk Till Dawn, Zayn

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Adam sighed and sipped the coffee the woman had brought for
them. He watched Khushi consoling the woman. He looked around the house and
found photos hanging on the wall. Giving the ladies one last glance, Adam stood
up walking towards the photos.

It showed the woman, Melanie Rodriguez, smiling at the
camera with two boys kissing her cheeks from either sides. The wall was full of
the boys’ pictures, they hugging each other, one of the boys riding the other’s
back, them hugging Melanie. He spotted one pic of Stephen with the boys who
appeared 8 or 9.

“Which one among this is Nathaniel and Daniel?” he asked
aloud. Melanie and Khushi looked up. Melanie wiped her tears and said, “The
brunette!”

Adam nodded at the brunette boy who was hugging the blond
boy. So the blond is Daniel!

“Where are they now Melanie?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t know”

Adam turned to her with dead cold eyes. “Say it” he
commanded.

“I don’t know Adam! I know nothing about their doings too. I
never knew that they are planning revenge. It’s really hard for me. Nathan was
always the one to get into trouble but Danny...he was my perfect boy! He never
does anything wrong!”

“Well your trouble-son and perfect-son has kidnapped my son
and daughter” Adam snapped, “I want their details. You have their number. Call
them before me! Put it on speaker!”

Melanie hesitated and Adam screamed, “DO IT”

Melanie took her phone and dialled a number. Adam and Khushi
sucked their breathes and waited.

“Hello mamma” a
happy voice greeted them.

“Danny” Melanie cried.

“Mum? You alright? What happened?”

Melanie looked at Adam who took a paper and scribbled
something. He showed it to her and she read it, “Where are you son?”

“At my apartment! Why mum?”

Adam scribbled again and Melanie read out aloud, “And
Nathan?”

“I don’t know where he’s been mom. What happened? You’re
scaring me!"

Melanie looked at Adam’s note and said, “A guy named Adam
came here, an hour ago. He asked about you both. I didn’t tell them. He
appeared very angry son. Are you both okay? Just tell me that you both are safe
because he seemed dangerous!”

A silence prevailed and Danny spoke after a while, “Did he say something?”

“No just asked where you both are!”

“What did you say?”

Melanie looked at Adam who wrote New York.

“New York” she said.

Danny said, “Thank
god. Now he’ll go to NY while Nathan and I are in London!”

Khushi looked at Adam with glistening eyes.

“Well I just said a random place. Why are you at London?”

“I’ve gotta inform Nathan that he visited you!”

“Danny you’re scaring me. What is happening!”

“Mum, listen carefully. You remember the guy who killed dad?
It’s him, Adam Joan. Dad and his fellow priests had taken his daughter for
satan worship and Adam killed them all rescuing her. Now we have taken his son
and daughter!”

Melanie gulped her tears and said slowly, “What are you
gonna do with them?”

Danny sighed and said, “Mom,
we ought to do this. They deserve to die!”

“Why because they are jew?” she asked angrily, this time not
bothering to look at Adam’s notes.

“NO!” Danny cried, “Nathan still believes in satan worship but
I don’t. I want Adam dead because he killed my father! Nathan wants Adam to
watch him killing his children and feel the pain!”

“MUM. I told you this
because I don’t like keeping things from you. If Nathan comes to know this,
he’ll kill us both! Don’t you dare tell this to anyone. Don’t you dare! I’m
trusting you mom. Please don’t make me do something I’ll regret!” Danny said
angrily and hung up the call.

Melanie burst into tears and looked at Adam, “I’m
sorry....I’m so sorry....I never knew...that my children are...so cruel....”

Khushi patted her back and Adam said emotionlessly, “Give me
Daniel’s London Apartment address!”

Melanie nodded and wrote it in a paper. He looked at Khushi
and said, “Let’s go!”

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“Who is Patrick?” Anjali asked as soon as Daniel finished
his call with mother.

He looked at her from the other end of the room where he was
sitting on a couch having a smoke. The entire room was filled with smoke and
Anjali was in fits of coughs.

“Shut up” he groaned and put his cigarette back to his
mouth.

“He has my brother. I want you to know that my brother is
diabetic. If he doesn’t take his medicines he’ll fall ill!”

“Let him. He’s going to die anyway!” Daniel said rolling his
eyes.

“Why do you hate us so much? What was our fault in
everything that happened? My brother was not even born when my dad killed
yours!’ Anjali cried.

He said nothing but looked at the ceiling.

“You all are being ridiculous” Anjali cried, “Why would
anyone kill young girls as a ritual. Aren’t we in 21st century or
are we not? Your father did a crime and my father took the extreme step to save
his daughter just like any father in this world would do! Just tell me this, if
you and Nathan had a sister, would your father sacrifice her for rituals?”

“We’re not jew!” he said letting out a smoke.

“Bull****!” she cried.

“QUIET!” he roared, “Don’t raise your voice before me
Anjali!”

“Oh why? Why can’t I? Are you gonna beat me? Do it! I’m
gonna die anyway! COME ON SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!” Anjali shouted.

Daniel walked to her angrily and said sternly, “I’m warning
you. I don’t want to hear that tone from you anymore!”

“Why Daniel? Why should I keep quiet? And if you can’t
handle my temper why don’t you kill me. Or is that you’re afraid?” she taunted.

The next moment he slapped her right across her cheek. Her
hands were tied up to the bed pole and that caused her to fall towards the
pole. Her head hit the pole hard and Anjali let out a cry.

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Arnav lied on the bed. He was made to lie by Patrick’s
mother because he was affected by high fever. He looked up at the ceiling and
let out a huge breath.

A lone tear fell from his eyes. His mind flew to RM. What
would be Khushi doing right now? Aarav, wouldn’t he be scared and shattered.
Nani would’ve gone weak and mami would be on her detective mind. And Payal, she
is pregnant. How will she cope up? How is Akash? How can he look after the
house, company and also his siblings missing case at the same time. Where would
be di? She is safe, isn’t she? What would be papa doing? He would be running
around to find him right?

Papa....sounds weird. Just few months back he hated every
letter of that word. Growing up to a father who did nothing but cheat on his
wife, Arnav had grown an aversion to the word father. It all changed when Aarav
came into his life. He could see his little form in the boy. The innocent face
of him craved for love, reminding Arnav of the love he never got from his
father. Accepting Aarav was easy but becoming a perfect father for him was
difficult. All he has seen is his mama ji pampering Akash in his childhood. But
despite everything he did the best for Aarav and the boy never had any
complaints yet. Everyone praised him telling him that he is the best father. Is
he? He never knew.

He became a father. Having someone to call you papa is great
but what more great than that is having someone whom you can call papa. And
that moment came to his life, just few days ago.

“I never got to tell him that I accepted him” Arnav
whispered to himself as he looked at the ceiling with tears flowing out, “And I
don’t know whether I’ll be able to say it anymore!”

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